Thorn

A thorn dwells
It bores, it digs 
This thorn dwells in the most sensitive of secrets 
Instills paranoia 
Sends chills to your toes
Breaks down built up barriers
Crashes into
What is,
What was,
And what will be…

Memories cast shadows. 
Digs it’s ever sharp claws till blood draws near
Breathes its cold breath upon the conscious 
Till its presence is irrepressible 


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